The Hidden Journal

Some of us don’t take the easy road back.
We wander.
We circle.
We get lost on purpose
just to see if someone will come looking.

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But no one else can walk us home.
It’s ours —
the long way,
the learning way,
the quiet path that keeps turning us toward ourselves.

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The long way home
teaches what shortcuts can’t —
how to rest in uncertainty,
how to listen when silence becomes language,
how to trust the map written in our own pulse.

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There were times I thought I’d missed it —
the turn, the timing, the chance.
But home doesn’t disappear.
It waits, patient as forgiveness,
knowing I’ll find it when I’m ready
to stop running from tenderness.

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Every detour had something to show me.
Every ache pointed back to truth.
And when I finally arrived,
I realized I’d been walking toward myself
the whole time.

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The long way home
isn’t about distance.
It’s about depth.
And maybe the slower we go,
the truer we arrive.

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— Desiree